Hayward, Wisconsin, is a town of roughly 2,000 inhabitants on the Namekagon River. Hayward Lake is in the middle of town, and there are a large number of lakes in the surrounding area, including Grindstone Lake, Round Lake, Moose Lake, Windigo Lake, Teal Lake, Ghost Lake, and Lost Land Lake. As might be expected, tourism, especially fishing, is an important industry in the area.
Laetitia took her group to the National Fresh Water Fishing Hall of Fame easily recognizable by the 200-foot-long fiberglass statue of a muskellunge (also called musky or muskie—an exceptionally large sport fish, up to six feet in length and sometimes weighing 70 pounds). After the museum, the group hiked around one of the local lakes and browsed through a local farmers’ market. Laetitia loved to shop at farmers’ markets when she was home and getting ready to cook, but there wasn’t much she or her group could do with fresh produce while on tour. However, the market also had entertainment and food and crafts that her group found interesting.
After arranging to meet her group at a restaurant, Laetitia went to a Hayward drinking establishment to write the limerick of the day. She sat at the bar next to a young organic farmer who introduced himself as Bobby. He immediately went into a spiel about the marvelous aphrodisiac substances found in kohlrabi, a vegetable he raised on his organic farm and the source of his great sexual prowess. When it became clear that Laetitia wasn’t buying his pitch, he confessed that it was something he had read on an organic farming blog and thought it would be a good line for picking up women. So far this ploy had given him little success, even with girls his friends considered “fast,” so he was looking for another approach. He was thinking of raising horny goat weed next. Laetitia smiled. Bobby had given her the limerick of the day.
When an organic farmer named Bobby
Tried enticing young girls with kohlrabi
It fell flat in Hayward
Even with ladies wayward
So he thought he should find a new hobby.